Bear and Bunny
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"Apologize."
"Wha?" He was in disbelief. "Apologize for what?"
"Apologize for skipping the session." I grinned. "And being rude. Also promise not to do it again."
"No." He scoffed.
I began rolling my window up.
"Stop!" He panicked. "Fine."
His eyes went to the ground and he let out a groan before looking at me. His face started to turn a bright red. I tried to keep myself from grinning.
"I'm sorry." He muttered.
"For?" I asked.
"For skipping the tutoring session." He mumbled.
"And?" I teased.
"Being rude." He forced out.
"Say it together and a bit louder hun. I can't hear you." I encouraged.
"I'm sorry for being rude and skipping the session. I won't do it again." He spoke through gritted teeth. He stared at the pavement with angry eyes.
I clapped. "Now was that so hard?"
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"Chrys..." a voice called.
"Hmm." I mumbled. I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to go back to my Star Trek dream.
"Chrys. Were here." The same voice said.
"Cool." I mumbled getting more comfortable than I was before by snuggling into what I was lying against.
"You gotta get up."
"I wanna go back to my dream." I murmured snuggling up more.
"What was the dream about?"
"Star Trek. I was the commander." I smiled as I wished I could go back.
The voice chuckled but for some reason, whatever I was lying on shook at the same time.
"Why is my pillow moving?" I muttered.
"I'm not a pillow." The voice chuckled and my pillow shook again.
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Chrysanthe Scott just wants to get senior year over with. She's done with everyone's drama. Sadly, her year isn't turning out as planned.
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